-Frank's POV-

'Breath Frank, keep breathing. Breathing is key. In, Out, In, Out.' Gerard killed the engine and bolted out towards the door. I stepped out as well, watching as he fumbled with finding the correct key on the ring. I hurried to his side. He stopped his motions and pinned me to the door, bombarding my face with ferocious pecks. Gerard eventually got the key in the hole, shoved it open and propelled me over the threshold. He kept pushing my body deeper into the house with his mouth and hands. He bit on my lip ring, sucking it hungrily. I knew exactly where he was going, the most comfortable fucking surface near us- the couch. My first time would be on the couch. For some reason it bothered me. Hell yeah I was about to lose my virginity to Gerard Way but a couch? I broke from his grasp and took a few steps away from him, smirking. He seemed confused but followed after me. He looked so hot and predatory, all I needed was to get him upstairs. That was the problem-his room was on the third floor. I shifted my direction and started backing up towards the stairs. I've been dying to see Gerard's room anyway, so why not now? I'd be killing two birds with one stone.

Gerard seemed a little hesitant as I withdrew further back. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" he questioned, voice rough like sandpaper. I crooked my finger, giving him the 'come hither' signal as I bit on my lip seductively. Well, as seductively as you can while trying to walk up the steps backward with your heart pounding, blood rushing and a needy man before you.

"Chase me," I teased, luring him after me. He licked his lips and picked up pace. We were half way up the first flight of stairs.


"Now now Frankie, don't make me wait. I'll make you pay for it if you do," he warned. God I was ready to let him fuck me against the wall but we were close to the second floor by now. He was gaining on me, a few steps closer than before. He clawed at my crotch but I sidestepped him. He was persistent, attempting to stop our childish game of cat-and-mouse as he grasped for me. I kept avoid him, making him wait. We reached the second floor landing. "You're asking for it Frank." Gerard tried to corner me but I bolted for the next set of stairs, making sure to sway my hips as much as possible to tease him more. He chased right after me as I giggled. Thank god I was pretty fast on my feet or he would've caught me. I stumbled over the top step, recovered quickly and made a right for his room. I glanced over my shoulder at a glaring, impatient Gerard hot on my heels. Damn my short legs. 'So fucking close...' I scrambled through the door right as a hand caught my waist. I gasped loudly as he twisted me around to face him. His eyes were so intense, it felt like he burning my soul. He firmly placed a hand on my chest, pushing me backwards. He looked purely ravenous.


"Ah Frankie, bad little boys like you deserve to be punished. What should I do to you? Hmm?" he whispered into my ear, taking a few more steps before throwing me down roughly against his king-sized bed. "Humiliate you?" He ripped off my button up, throwing it across the room carelessly. "Should I spank you? I think you'd like it," he breathed. He jumped on me, straddling my thighs before yanking my shirt over my head. I tugged at the hem of his, but he restrained my wrists, pushing them to the bed. "What do you want me to do to you? I know you fantasize about me in that dirty mind of yours. The way you stare, I can see it in your eyes. What do you think about Frankie? HMM?" He grinded down against my straining pants, never taking his lust filled eyes away from mine. Gerard's pupils were full blown to point where the blackness overwhelmed the green. "My lips wrapped around your throbbing cock, taking all of you in my mouth as you moan, throwing your head back in ecstasy. You want that, don't you ya filthy slut?!" He gripped my erection through my jeans, palming me as he did in the car, only harder. I whimpered at his touch. "You obviously want me!" I felt my pants becoming even more uncomfortable as he continued with his obscene descriptions. "You want me to make you moan, scream like the impish whore you are, leave you panting and begging for more." He bent over and sucked on my inked skin. I whimpered as he bit down. I couldn't feel his usual devious smirk, but it did compel him to clamp harder. The prickles on my sensitive skin were driving me crazy. "Isn't that right?" he hissed against my neck. I moaned in response to him.


He released my wrists, and I started unbuttoning his jacket as he went to work, rubbing and kissing and biting everything he could get his hands on. His fingers traced over the indents of my ribs, raking his nails down the pale flesh. I could imagine the beautiful red marks that were left in his nails' wake. He licked his way across my jaw to my mouth, shoving his tongue in between my lips. I groaned softly as he traced over my teeth with his wet tongue. I could taste the pungent flavor of vodka sweep over our intertwined mouths. The room's temperature seemed to increase with every passionate second. With what little strength I had, I flipped us over to where I was on top of him, never breaking the kiss. He growled throatily and bucked up into me. I undid the last button and tore his jacket off, leaving a black wife-beater to be stripped from his pale skin. Gerard read my mind, flipped us back over, and yanked it over his head. It was flung to where my jacket had been thrown. 'Wow...' The dim moonlight pouring through the large windows illuminated his lustrous, taut flesh and set his hair ablaze. Every feature on him was highlighted and perfect. He was perfect.


I wanted him right now. I squeezed my hand between us and fiddled with his belt. "Eager, aren't we?" he teased. I vigorously nodded my head in response. Oddly enough, he flipped us over once more, which kind of shocked me. He always likes to be in control. 'What does he have up his sleeve?' I took the opportunity to fully undo his belt and toss it over my shoulder. I was about to dive in for a kiss when he pushed me to the floor. The hell?




-Gerard's POV-


I can't fucking take having this damn foreplay tonight- I just want to be inside of Frank right now. I pushed him off of me. "Knees. Now," I commanded. I don't think he could've fallen harder or faster to the ground. The desirous expression he wore indicated that he knew where I was going with this. I swung my legs over the edge, shakily standing. I look down at this marvelous sight. Frank, half naked and wide eyed, on his knees, vision flickering between mine and the problem before him. He still managed to seem innocent in an act so obscenely dirty. The dark haired beauty before me undid the top button of the jeans, then unzipped the zipper with his fucking teeth. I could feel my dick throb and leap with excitement. He had no idea how badly he affected me. Frank hooked his index fingers in the belt loops of my pants, tugging downward much too slowly for me. Teasing was supposed to be my job. I helped him out, shoving skin tight material down to my ankles before stepping out. God it felt good to be out of that suck up denim that had been crushing my dick. I looked down again. I could hear Frank swallow as he shamelessly gawked at the large pitch in my boxers. His lips were already slightly parted. He's a keen one, isn't he? One thin layer of material separate my cock from his mouth. I intended on changing that.


He looked at me for permission, doe eyes covered with his tousled hair. Still the ever hesitant prude. I grabbed his hands and guided them to my hips, helping him pull down the boxers. Once it got over the bulge, the boxers pooled at my ankles. I almost laughed at Frank's expression. I didn't think it was possible, but his eyes were even wider, pupils completely dilated with lust and anticipation. He just sat there unblinkingly. It was probably only a few seconds, but felt like an eternity to me. "You gonna sit there or fucking suck me?" I asked harshly. Frank bit his lip one last time before grabbing the sides of thighs, bringing his mouth so close to me. I could feel his hot breath against my painfully erect member. His lips ghosted over me, sending shivers down my spine. He lapped at the small amount of pre-come that oozed from the tip, taking his precious time. I moaned quietly, not really being able to hold it back, as I felt Frank’s lips kissing me wetly. He licked a large stripe on the underside. I felt like I was about to burst.


"P-please.." I groaned subconsciously. I instantly regretted it once I felt him grinning, the fucker. I entangled my fingers through his soft hair, and, unable to hold myself back, forced my throbbing length into his mouth and down his throat. He gagged a bit at the size, which boosted my ego, but quickly recovered. He adjusted his position and started going to town. His swollen, spit-covered lips were wrapped tightly around me, bobbing up and down, covering my length with saliva and pre-come. It was so slippery and wet, and so very motherfucking hot I couldn't take it. "Good boy..." He swirled his tongue around the head, before dipping into the slit, lapping up everything he could. "God you're good at this..." I moaned while my head lolled back. He hummed contentedly. The vibrations shot through me, making me shudder. His tongue worked at a sensitive vein on my underside. My knuckles were hurting from gripping his hair so hard, but he was just so good at this I couldn't help it. I My thighs quivered when he deep-throated me, the feeling of my tip hitting the back of his throat. He hollowed his cheeks, leaving me more room. It surprised me of how small of a gag reflex he had. He changed positions again, this time his hand worked up and down on my shaft, his lips surrounding the head, massaging it with his tongue hotly.

"You taste delicious," he murmured, mostly to himself. If he kept this up, I wouldn't last much longer.


"F-frank.. st-stop," I pleaded. He kept going, sucking harder than he had been before. The tension in my abdomen was coiling tighter and tighter. His lip ring kept brushing against my underside featherishly. That was it.

I yanked his head back. His lips left my dick with an absolutely filthy yet sexy 'pop' and he stared at me innocently. My member, used to the warm orifice it'd been in, was now exposed to cool air and I was panting heavily. "Get on the bed n-now," I stuttered. He quickly obeyed, and stood up again, his small frame then crawled over to the very center, supporting himself on his elbows. His face was flushed and slightly damp, so fucking sexy. His lips were plump and red from being stretched and kissed and bitten, just how I liked it. I leaped beside him, balancing myself on my knees and pushed him flat onto his back. I looked down at his sweet face hungrily, trailing my fingers down his torso, sprawling my fingers over his ribcage and then stopping right at his waistband. I toyed with the belt, slowly but surely slipping it out of the loops. I got an idea.


I grabbed him by the wrists, thrusting them over his head to the headboard. He looked slightly frightened, but he obviously was enjoying this. I tied them down as firmly as I could so he couldn't get out. He tugged a little, but to no avail. Payback time. I don't care how hard I was, I wanted this to be memorable.

I grasped his jeans, ripping them from his legs, leaving him in his boxers. "You sure you want this Frank?" The thin shroud covering him was not enough to hide his desire. I clutched his length-long length that was ever so fucking hard -and massaged him roughly, eliciting soft pants from him. "You never answered-what do you want me to do to you Frankie?" I was loving every second of this. He gurgled some sort of answer that sounded like 'fuck me' but that wasn't enough. "What was that Frankie?" I wanted him to scream it to the world.

"Gerrarrdd, stop teasing!" he begged. Still not enough. I flicked my wrist, and he jolted. "FUCK ME ALREADY!" he yelled. His reaction was quite pleasing.

"Say it again." Just hearing him speak gave me so much satisfaction. I flicked my wrist again.

"Fuck me Gerard. I want you to fuck me so hard," he moaned, practically shaking. Good enough.

"As you wish," I consented with a smirk, before tearing his boxers down his legs. Holy fucking shit. "You are stunning..." I whispered, running my hands all over him. His skin was warm and smooth and very pale. Completely fuckable. I bent over him, licking his neck and groaning to distract him as I reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out lube and a condom. I was clean, I'm sure he was too, but just to be safe.

"G-gerard," I heard him say urgently. It wasn't a pleasure moan or groan, it sounded serious, which is never good.

"Yeah?" I replied, pulling the condom on.

"I um, well, haven't done this before." I'm sorry, but WHAT? 'How has he never had sex before? Frank Iero, sexiest creature to roam the earth, how is this even possible? Just... WHAT?!'

"So I'm... like, your first time?" There's no way.

"Well yeah dumbass," he retorted. Wow, I'm taking Frank's virginity... and he's not getting mine. I felt a horrid pit of guilt knot in the core of my stomach. He must've known what I was thinking. "I really, really want this. Please Gerard," he begged. How could I dare deny him this?
-Frank's POV-


Lying here, hands tied to the post, under Gerard was the best feeling in the world. Well, my wrists hurt and I was aching to touch him, but god this was sexy. I heard a small popping noise, most likely lube. My toes curled as I watched Gerard rub it all over himself and his fingers before tossing the bottle aside. "You ready?"


"Hell yes," I groaned. Dear God, I'm so sick and tired of all this waiting. Without further hesitation, Gerard's hands wandered down, brushing over my thighs, touching my cock and balls, and then lower, massaging my entrance. I lifted my hips off the bed to give him more room right as he plunged one digit in. It was slightly uncomfortable, but Gerard started kissing my chest, distracting me. He inserted another finger and I hissed. He stretched the inner walls. My eyes started watering.

"I'm sorry, you'll feel much better later," he purred against my hips. I was just starting to get used to two when he injected yet another finger. I clenched my fists around the leather belt. A tear rolled down my cheek. Between the pain of my erection and in my ass (literally), I couldn't keep it together. He scissored and spread me just a little longer. He sprung forward to lick the tear off, lapping the saltiness before kissing my cheek. He pumped his fingers in and out, the rubbing was beginning to feel pretty good. "You ready?" he breathed against my ear. I nodded and gave a small moan in response.


He removed his fingers, the complete feeling returned to emptiness. He got in between my legs and positioned himself. He looked up at me one last time before snapping his hips forward, going all the way in. "FUCK!" I yelled, my wrists straining as far as they could from the headboard.. The initial twinge of agony quickly passed as his hard member remained stationary around my clamping walls. I panted a few times, trying to catch my breath. I could feel myself adjust to accommodate his very large, thick length. "M-move," I directed. He slowly drew himself back out before plunging right back in. He repeated this movement a few more times as I conformed to him. He began to pick up pace.


"God you're so... fucking tight," he moaned between breaths. I wrapped my legs around his hips, allowing him more room and giving us a slightly different angle. I could see small beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Fuck! Ah.. faster," I pleaded. He slammed into me over and over. "HOLY FUCK!" I screamed, my vision going stark white. Whatever he just hit had sent the most pleasurable shockwaves through me. He breathily chuckled, continuing to aim for that same spot. He achieved his goal, hitting it dead on almost every single time, evoking "uhs" from the back of my throat. They were growing in size and volume with every thrust. Gerard refused to hold back, going at it like a porn-star, like he was getting paid to fuck. He bellowed a loud, guttural moan and threw his head back.

"I'm so fucking dirty babe," he groaned. He sloppily kissed my neck, then nibbled at my earlobe. I don't know how he was even functioning, I barely was. I could feel my back being pressed into the mattress from his pounding. He reached between us and began pumping my cock, fingering the slit. His animalistic moans became mixed with mine, the tension in my stomach growing with every second. He stopped working my dick. I whimpered at the loss of his touch, but his hand soon wandered up to my wrists, fiddling with the knot before freeing them of their bonds. My wrists felt rub-burned, but I didn't care. I latched onto Gerard's hair, tugging him close to me. My left hand raked down the perfect skin of his back. I groped his ass and smacked it playfully. He responded with a groan and bite to my collarbone. 'Ooh, he likes it, I'll remember that for next time,'


Feeling a surge of confidence, I flipped him over onto his back without breaking our contact. I sat atop him for just a moment to regain balance before grinding up and down on him. He held me by my hips, steadying me as I bobbed on his hard cock. God the ripples of pleasure were overwhelming me. I threw my head back with a guttural moan, my mouth forming a perfect 'O' shape. He uncontrollably bucked into me, continuing to meet me halfway with rough thrusts. His nails were digging into my skin, piercing my flesh. I stroked and clawed his muscular stomach, trying to commit each contours and line to memory. I never wanted to forget this. Pressure pooled in my lower abdomen, I felt like I was going to combust under his touch.


Our hips knocked together sporadically as we continued slamming into each other over and over. The humidity in the room made it hard to breathe. I could see white and black spots overtaking my vision, blinding me with pure pleasure. "G-G-Gerard... I'm c-close," I panted. I'm not even sure if he heard me over his growls.

He slung me back down on the bed and crawled over me. He thrust back into me, burying his cock as far as possible. A few more sharp snaps of his hips and I felt the world crash around me. I screamed his name up to heaven as he rode me through my orgasm. Thick, hot come squirted in ropes all over him and my stomach. I was halfway through my climax when he came within me. "Frankie..." he moaned. This was the most erotic thing I've ever experienced. He collapsed on top of me, all that remained was the sound of us breathing heavily and trying to get our heart rates down. I felt completely boneless, like all the energy had been drained right out of me. This was the best exhaustion I've ever felt in my life. Gerard eventually came back to reality and pulled his softened dick out of me, tied the condom and threw it away. He laid flat on his back with his eyes shut. I watched his chest rise and fall dramatically, just as mine was. He opened his eyes and glanced over at me. Our eyes met, and he smiled lovingly at me. He was so beautiful like this, completely natural, hair wild, eyes half-lidded.


"That was... amazing," I croaked. My voice was raw from moaning and yelling so much. "You're so perfect."


"I have to say the same about you," he grinned. "I find it hard to believe it was your first time. You were fantastic." I blushed at his words. I didn't think it be possible to be modest after getting fucked the living daylights out of you.

He pulled the creased, wrinkled satin sheets around us, and he cradled me in his arms. My face fit perfectly in the crook of his neck. Our sweaty skin mingled, the musty smell of sex heavy in the air. I could feel him trace patterns and words into my hip's skin. There was one in particular I could make out- 'mine'. He'd write it in cursive then print and in fancy designs, but it all meant the same to me. I was completely and utterly his.


Sleep beckoned me. It was well past 2 am, and Gerard's warmth was incredibly comforting. My eyelids became heavier and heavier. "Goodnight Gerard," I whispered. There was no response, so I assumed he was asleep. A few minutes passed and light snoring could be heard. I snuggled a little closer to him and smiled. With one final breath, I murmured, "I love you." With that the darkness took me.

Notes

That was literally the most difficult thing I've ever had to write. I'm so sorry if I just burned your eyes out of their sockets.


-xo OfSaintsandSinners